Spitball Army

[Written to Alice in Acton, Indiana.  Return addressed: Richard, U.S.N.H., St. Albans, L.I., N.Y.  Postmarked at Jamaica, N.Y., on 26 Mar 1946 at 1 P.M.]

Mar. 26, 1946

Hello Sweetheart,

     Ten minutes till eight and all ready the ward is in a hub-bub.  Maybe the weather has something to do with it.  We have really had some swell weather the last week or so.  Spring is really here.  It is really nice out.  Going and coming from chow this morning I walked outside.  It was swell.  A shirt is pretty plenty to keep you warm in the day time but at night you need a little more.  I woke up shortly after six this morning and the sun was just beaming in the windows.  “In Spring a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love.”  Truer words were never spoken.  I love you so much Sweetheart.  With the weather as it is this morning, there is one thing, primarily, that I would like to do.  I’m very homesick to see the Purdue golf course with you Sweetheart.  Don’t misunderstand me Sweetheart.  I didn’t say whether we would play – – – play golf that is.  Although I would like to get in a game of golf, there are more important things to catch up on than golf.  Do you agree?

     I got a letter from your mother yesterday and she was very low in spirits when she wrote it.  She wrote it the 21st.  How was she over the week-end?  Did she seem happy or should I answer her letter as it was written?  If she seemed happy, I don’t want to write about those things and remind her of them.  It might make things worse at the time.  I’m looking for a letter to-day. Will I be disappointed?  I hope not.  I love you.

     Good-night Sweetheart
          I love you with all my heart
               Pleasant dreams
                    Goodnight Sweetheart
                                        x x     ‘Nite